This is a song about "Dope pockets"

Pockets loaded, infected, lookin swollen

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Nice flow / my minds dope

Ever since then i had no job

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

London, tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

Fuck that shit aint so dope

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

There's chronic seeds in my pockets, i should probably lay low

Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Illicit funds in my pockets for that greenery

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Lyrical genius, my flow so dope

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke